possibility stands tall
behind me


whispering promises
that always come true
because if nothing else,
we’re always changing

and i stand in the
star-shaped shadow
of everything you’ve
ever given me

trust and hope
filtering down through
to my roots

blushing pink
and smiling
at the sky


“For the joys a garden brings are already going as they come.” ~ May Sarton


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